Solitude is sometimes best society.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
The starry cope Of heaven.
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
And to the faithful: death, the gate of life.